40 Madwoman
"Wendy Stewart, do not defy ." Michael's tone had turned threatening again.
"Michael, think about what you're treating like. Am I just a toy to you? Do I have to do whatever you want to?" Wendy shut her eyes.
For a mont before, her anger had subsided, but Michael's demanding words caused her emotions to peak once again. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached out to open the door. Her move toward the door was shocking to Michael.
When Wendy discovered that the doors were locked, she imdiately grabbed the steering wheel instead and yelled, "Stop the car!"
"Have you gone mad?" Michael gripped the steering wheel tightly, afraid that they might get into an accident.
"You're right, I have gone mad. If you don't stop the car, we'll just die together," said Wendy. She did not actually have a death wish, but she did want to threaten Michael. If she wasn't willing to resort to such drastic asures to express her feelings of resistance, she was sure that she would spend the rest of her life living under Michael's threats. Just as she had expected, it worked.
Michael had no choice but to stop the car at the side of the road. The car had just co to a halt when Wendy shouted, "Unlock the doors right now!" She could not get out of the car if the doors remained locked.
Michael, who was in shock, was just about to unlock the doors for her when his phone rang. Yvonne's na flashed on his screen. When Wendy saw that, the corners of her lips curved up mockingly. In the following second, Wendy snatched his phone from him and swiftly answered the call. She put it on loudspeaker.
Yvonne's typical coquettish voice was imdiately heard over the phone, as she said, "Michael, why aren't you here yet? I haven't eaten anything all day, I've been waiting for you to co and eat with ."
"In that case, you can just starve to death. Michael is with right now," said Wendy in a deliberate tone, glancing at Michael.
Since Michael refused to let her go, there was no need for Wendy to do the sa for him.
Yvonne did not expect Wendy to be on the other end. She squeezed the phone tightly, and her tone imdiately filled with rage, "Wendy Stewart, you sl*t, why are you with Michael now?"
"I'm his wife, what's wrong about us being together?" Wendy sneered, "You, on the other hand, keep calling Michael. Do you really enjoy seducing married n that much?"
"You are the one who stole him from first! You're the third party here!" Yvonne scread furiously.
"Do you want to repeat what really happened three years ago in front of Michael right now?"
The truth was that Wendy had told Michael about what happened three years ago many, many tis, but he never believed her. However, even if Michael did not believe her, Wendy still wanted to say it. After all, watching Yvonne get angry was also fun for her.
Unfortunately, before Wendy could begin, Yvonne started screaming, "Wendy Stewart, you slt, give the phone to Michael right now! I don't want to talk to you!"
Feeling satisfied with Yvonne's current tone, Wendy handed the phone to Michael.
Yvonne always behaved in a delicate and obedient manner before Michael. Now that she was swearing on the phone like a madwoman, Michael felt dazed. This was not the Yvonne that he knew.
After handing the phone over to Michael, Wendy continued to provoke Yvonne, "Oh, right, I forgot to ntion that you're on loudspeaker. So, Michael heard everything you just said."
"Wendy, you..." Yvonne wanted to swear at her again, but when she thought about what Wendy had said, and she could only force herself to endure the situation. She did not wish to show her vicious side to Michael. Almost instantly, her tone beca pitiful again, "Michael, is that true? Did you hear everything?"
Michael glanced at Wendy's triumphant expression. He replied coldly, "Yeah."
"Michael, Wendy was the one who provoked just now, did you hear that?" Yvonne asked tentatively.
"Yvonne, I heard the entire conversation very clearly just now," said Michael. His tone sounded harsh.
A bad feeling rose within Yvonne's heart. She thought, it's true that Wendy was the one who started provoking first, but I was the one who started cursing at her first... Gritting her teeth, Yvonne apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Michael, for not being able to control my temper when I heard her voice earlier. I know that she's your wife, and I shouldn't ask for so much. But, Michael, I felt terrible when I heard that you guys are together now. Can you please co and visit ?"
Michael always felt like he had let Yvonne down by marrying Wendy. That is why he always indulged her behavior. He could not help but glance at Wendy, and when he saw the mocking smile on her face, his frown grew deeper.
Wendy heard how Yvonne's tone had changed so quickly. She shook her head with a sneer on her face. Leaning over the driver's seat, she reached out to unlock the car doors. However, as soon as he did that, her hand accidentally brushed against Michael's thigh.
Michael's body instantly stiffened. He asked awkwardly, "What are you trying to do?"
Wendy observed Michael's reaction and thought, does he think that I'm trying to seduce him?
Since this seed to be the case, Wendy decided to play along. She gently caressed his thigh with her fingers, causing Michael to tremble uncontrollably. Even though he had been sexually intimate with Wendy in the past, this was the first ti that she was teasing him like that.
"Michael, I just might get angry if you continue speaking on the phone even when you're with ." Wendy tried her best to imitate Yvonne's tone, but it disgusted her so greatly that she felt nauseous after speaking.
As she spoke, she deliberately reached out for Michael's phone and hung up on Yvonne. She could only imagine how furious Yvonne would be.
Michael swallowed dryly. Wendy's actions had surprised him, but after she hung up on Yvonne, he imdiately realized what she was trying to do. He thought, Wendy answered Yvonne's call on my behalf, and then hung up on her too. She tried so hard to provoke Yvonne the entire ti, could it be that she was jealous?
Narrowing his eyes, Michael studied Wendy carefully. He asked, "Wendy Stewart, are you jealous?"
Wendy had loved him so deeply in the past, but he always felt indifferent about it. In fact, he even found it burdenso. But now, the possibility of Wendy feeling jealous over him made him feel... a little happy.
When Wendy heard this, she chuckled. "Mr. Lucas, you can think whatever you want."
Wendy felt that his brain did not work in the sa way as normal people's. She really had loved him so much, but he always felt that whatever she did was ant to mislead and trick him. Now that she no longer wanted him, he believed that she felt jealous over him.
She tried to reach for the lock again, only to discover that her arm was too short. On top of that, she ended up accidentally touching Michael again. Wendy decided to give up. She simply said, "Mr. Lucas, I think you should just let out of the car. Your beloved Yvonne is still waiting stupidly for you in the hospital. If you make her wait for too long, she will be devestated."
Michael was just about to respond when his phone rang again. It was another call from Yvonne. When Michael saw the caller ID, he instantly felt annoyed. Rather than answer the call, he tossed his phone aside.
Wendy was surprised by this. She thought, Yvonne has been hospitalized for her injury, doesn't he intend to visit her?
"Since I said I'll send you ho, I'll live up to my words," said Michael as he started the engine again and continued driving.
Earlier, Wendy had reacted by grabbing the steering wheel like a madwoman. But she was now in a much better mood after aggravating Yvonne. So, she decided to let Michael drive. In any case, she could just flag a cab and go back to Zen's house once they arrived at their destination.
Within ten minutes, Michael's car pulled onto Lowland Street. This ti, he took the initiative to unlock the car doors for Wendy. When Wendy heard the door locks click open, she imdiately pushed open her door and get out of the car. Standing outside the car, Wendy said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Lucas, for taking the ti to send ho. Goodbye."
However, a small voice rang out in her head. It questioned her, "Guess if Michael wants to co up with you or drive to the hospital to visit Yvonne."
Although Wendy had already guessed the answer, she still wanted to witness Michael's decision for herself. Michael rolled down the windows. Glancing at Wendy, he handed her a key and said, "Rest early tonight."
Wendy hesitated for a mont but took the key from him. With that, Michael stepped on the accelerator and turned the car around. When his parting words resonated in Wendy's head, she laughed bitterly. She was laughing at her own foolishness. Even though Michael had disappointed her countless of tis, she still felt miserable. This ti, at least, her feelings were not as intense as in the past. As Wendy tilted her head back to gaze at the night sky, her smile grew even more bitter. Michael had chosen to go to the hospital after all. She then looked up at the apartnt she had resided in for the past three years. It was pitch black inside, just like her heart.
With a sigh, Wendy took control of her emotions and strolled out of the neighborhood. She flagged a cab along the road.
On Michael's way to the hospital, Yvonne called many tis. Michael grew increasingly irritated as his phone rang again and again.
Yvonne was trembling with rage after the last phone call they had. From what Wendy had said, it was obvious that she was trying to seduce Michael. And Michael's refusal to answer Yvonne's calls right now only made her angrier.
Yvonne smashed her phone on the ground. Her anger did not dissipate even when she saw her broken phone. So, she started grabbing the things around her and smashing them on the ground too.
At last, she picked up her bottle and threw it straight at Michael, who was just walking through the door.
In her rage, Yvonne failed to discern who the approaching figure was. Even though she knew that she had struck that person with her bottle, she continued venting her anger, "Get out! Why are you here?! Get out! Go..."
This was the first ti Michael had seen Yvonne in such a state. Even Yvonne's embarrassing behavior at the company this morning or her foul mouth over the phone was nothing compared to her present behavior. Right now, she just seed like a complete lunatic.
"Yvonne Taylor, what are you doing?!" Michael's tone was inevitably stern.
Yvonne only ca to her senses when she heard Michael's voice. She raised her head to look at him, and her reddened eyes instantly grew frantic.
She thought, it was Michael. I can't believe it's Michael. Yvonne quickly got out of bed. She limped over to Michael, and since her ankle was sprained, every step she took was very painful for her.
Looking him up and down, she said in a concerned tone, "Michael, are you okay?"
Before Michael could reply, she burst into tears and started apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that it was you. I thought that you didn't want anymore..."
Yvonne's ability to change her deanor in a split second was truly remarkable. Her face was nacingly twisted in rage just a few seconds ago, but now she was back to looking delicate and pitiful.
Observing Michael's silence, she clung to his arm and cried even more loudly, "Michael, please don't abandon . I promise I will listen to everything you say. I've loved you for four years, I cannot be without you. Even if you never divorce Wendy and I must spend the rest of my life as a shaful mistress, I'm willing. Please, Michael, don't leave ."
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